Michaels in Love (BoyXBoy) English

Chapter 26 - Season 1: Dominating Him

As his lips finally parted from my flushed nipples, he trailed a path of heated kisses down to my abs. Each press of his mouth, each deliberate glide of his tongue, sent waves of electricity coursing through me. His lips were fire—hot, insistent, and impossibly tender. I felt like I was being lifted from the earth, floating toward some celestial realm I couldn't describe but could only surrender to.

Then I felt it—a molten heat enveloping the sensitive, reddened tip of my manhood. A groan escaped my lips, deep and guttural, raw with desire.

"Uuuuuggghhhh... Ughhhh... Haaaaah... Aaaaah... Mike..."

My head tilted back, my body arched, and I gave myself over to the intoxicating pleasure coursing through every nerve. Up and down, up and down, his mouth moved with a rhythm that unraveled me.

"Aaaaah, fuck!" I cursed, unable to contain myself as I watched him—his devastatingly handsome face focused solely on my pleasure. His movements were hypnotic, almost sinful, as his lips worked their magic.

Our eyes locked, and I saw something in his gaze that was beyond lust—it was devotion. My lips parted, and I bit down softly, trying to suppress another moan. Mike gave me a smile then, the kind of smile that could undo a man entirely—soft, knowing, and irresistibly seductive.

That smile pulled me back to a memory that had been etched deep into my soul: the night we confessed our love under the stars in his treehouse in Laguna.

His voice echoed in my mind, tender and full of emotion.

"When I kissed you for the first time, I knew... I knew there'd never be anyone else. No one could ever make me feel the way you do, Michael. Why did it have to be you? Why did you have to be the one to make me surrender everything I thought I knew about myself, just for the chance to have us? But maybe... maybe you were always meant to be mine. And if the day ever comes when we're no longer together, promise me one thing. Keep me here..." He pressed a hand to my chest, over my heart. "...because I'll stay there until your very last heartbeat."

"Michael," his voice brought me back to the present, soft yet laced with an undeniable urgency. His gaze burned into mine as he whispered my name.

"Michael, I love you..."

And then he moved over me, his breath mingling with mine, warm and intoxicating.

"I love you so much, Mike..." I replied, my voice thick with emotion, my eyes never leaving his.

Our lips met again, a fervent clash of longing and passion. His kiss wasn't just hot—it was consuming, a firestorm that made the world outside us vanish. The rain battered the windows, thunder growled in the distance, and lightning illuminated the room, but all I could feel was him—his weight, his warmth, his love.

Mike stood before me, unbuckling his belt with deliberate slowness, his gaze locked on mine. The metallic click of the buckle was followed by the sound of his zipper descending, then the soft rustle of fabric as he slid his pants down. Within moments, we were both bare, our bodies exposed to each other in the dim intimacy of his car.

Despite the faint shadows, the streetlights outside cast enough glow to illuminate the glistening sheen of our skin, pressed together in electrifying heat. My breath hitched as my eyes fell to the sight of us—our arousal evident, red and rigid, pulsing with need.

Our gazes dropped to each other's bodies, lingering on the unmistakable desire we both shared. Mike reached out, and with a touch that sent shivers down my spine, he placed the swollen head of his length against mine. A jolt of pleasure coursed through me as he leaned in, wrapping his arms around me, pulling me into another searing kiss.